While roaming the endless labyrinth of narrow passageways and looping tunnels connecting chambers of untold secrets, one can just guess what is the source of the echoing noises reaching one’s ears as they venture deeper and deeper into the dark. Uneven tinkling of metal, as a limping courser walks along the tunnels, rushing water falling from a cliff and reaching an underground lake, unclear shrieks of bats trying to stay find their napping position and one's own heartbeat as any of these noises are becoming louder and louder with each passing moment.

Such was the present for the overly brave courser, who dared to venture deeper and deeper into the pit black hole, following no light but the sound of water dripping from the solid above the grounds. In hope to discover an underground lake, the pale steed forged ahead, squeezing through the narrowing passageway, till his nerves could not take it and he had to halt himself. Something… or someone was coming.

The scuttling slowly approached, too slow for it to be someone in a hurry. Curious, Cassion thought, who else would willingly pass through the darkness wearing some heavy armour so whoever wishes to surprise them has such an ease to do so? The answer came in the form of a gigantic lobster, carrying its trophy freshly nailed from a body most likely. That’s what Cassian thought as the crustacean passed him, nearly cutting off the leg of the courser, should the stud not raise it for the creature to grant obstacles passage. 

For a few seconds the rogue pondered on the situation, then let his morals and any wish for whoever it was to still be alive follow the seamonster, far away from him and continued his route towards the assumed body, hoping there is still more meat on the bones for picking.